We Know Nothing Of Tomorrow, Our Business

Lucy, Dear Child, Mind Your Arithmetic. You Know In The First Sum Of Yours I Ever Saw There Was A Mistake. You Had Carried Two (as A Cab Is Licensed To Do), And You Ought, Dear Lucy, To Have Carried But One. Is This A Trifle? What Would Life Be Without Arithmetic, But A Scene Of Horrors.

Heat, Ma Am! It Was So Dreadful Here That I Found There Was Nothing Left For It But To Take Off My Flesh And Sit In My Bones.

A Great Deal Of Talent Is Lost To The World For The Want Of A Little Courage. Every Day Sends To Their Graves A Number Of Obscure Men Who Have Only Remained Obscure Because Their Timidity Has Prevented Them From Making A First Effort; And Who, If They Could Only Have Been Induced To Begin, Would In All Probability Have Gone Great Lengths In The Career Of Fame.

In Composing, As A General Rule, Run Your Pen Through Every Other Word You Have Written; You Have No Idea What Vigor It Will Give Your Style.

Whatever You Are By Nature, Keep To It; Never Desert Your Line Of Talent. Be What Nature Intended You For, And You Will Succeed.